Before I get back to my incisive political commentary (see the one sizzling post below this one), I thought I would give a brief update on my past week. But first, a disclaimer:
I do not intend to turn this blog into an annoying micro-gossip fest or just a place to post pictures of my cute kid. I am only doing it in this instance so that people who care, but could not accompany me through my week, can share my experiences. If you don't care, and you're all "Who's Emily? And who cares what she named her kid?", then this post is not for you. But if life updates of my exes is really what you tune in for, stick around.
Me and the two cutest people I know traveled to Chicago for a wedding and to see our various friends, fathers (okay, just one of those) and former flames. Dave and Rebecca got married. Greg was there with Mary and the Holy Child. Dan was there with HIS Rebecca, but Steve was there without his Rebecca, who is on bedrest for, like, forever. Emily was there with her kids, Ellie and, get this, William. Yeah, William. I think its wierd, too. We saw Dan and Connie and Axel and Sander, and Tom was there sans Wendy but avec Maddie (not that weird since she's his daughter). Other Baffleros were present. Andy G was in the house. In addition to the wedding, we saw my Dad, Ella, Tim and Suzy, and Hannah and her new special man.
Are you dead of boredom yet? You are supposed to be. Travel with a 21-month old is rough stuff. The stultifying heat did not help, although aside from the weather (and a rough patch on the outgoing flight), L-dawg was pretty chill. Bonus: "Scuba man" (pronounced "Buddha man") has replaced "Bat the ball" as the most oft-said phrase in my child's daily-expanding vocab.
So that's it. I will put pix up in a minute.
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